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My Crippled Husband Is a Secret Billionaire

Chapter 3 No.3

Word Count: 779    |    Released on: 05/12/2025

iented, blinking against the sun. For a split second, she thought she w

dark paneling o

. The church. The dress

were open now. The hospital bed was empty. The sheets we

s. The house was silent, the dust sheets she hadn'

tchen. He was placing a plate

ogies. The toaster is malfunctioning and the bu

gourmet cook, but Julian had o

t. It scratched the roof of her mouth. "It's fine, H

s in the library

get my things from the apartment. Before..."

ting behind a massive mahogany desk, readin

drive you?" he asked. Hi

her purse. "I need to do t

with pity when she arrived. She ignored him

ened t

re everywhere. Bryce had evidently

throwing books into it. Her hands

t door u

la f

ie was loose, his eyes bloodshot. In his han

d when he

dropped his keys. "Baby.

ipped up the suitcase. "I'm here

rabbed her arm. He shoved the newspaper in

the City Clerk's office, taken from across the street. The head

tment," Bryce rambled, ignoring the paper n

m. Then she looked at his face. The

he said, her voice terrifyi

an't survive in this city without me. I heard you went off with tha

sharp, flooded

the man you a

. "He's broke! You'll be begg

nto a hug, a possessiv

ase on the entry table. It

m, using the leverage point she had learned in a

a box. He looked shocked. Stel

aid. The words hung in the air.

pale. "You married t

ut of

She marched past him, her h

d after her as she reached the do

door. The sound e

her legs trembling so hard she almost slid t

tim, anymore. She was Stella Ste

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My Crippled Husband Is a Secret Billionaire
My Crippled Husband Is a Secret Billionaire
“The silence in St. Patrick's Cathedral wasn't peaceful; it was a physical weight on Stella's shoulders, heavier than her wedding dress. She stood alone at the altar, ready for her perfect life, when her phone vibrated with a text that shattered everything. Her fiancé, Bryce, messaged just moments before the vows: "I can't do this. Monica needs me. I'm sorry." Monica, her maid of honor, was the reason he fled. Bryce's mother then publicly shamed Stella, implying her career ambition drove him away. The betrayal of her sacrifices, her future, and her dignity ignited a white-hot rage. Stella ripped off her veil, grabbed the microphone, and exposed the groom and maid of honor's affair to the stunned guests before storming out. A furious wreck in her ruined gown, she stumbled on the cathedral steps, meeting Julian Sterling, the "Cursed Son" in a wheelchair. He offered no pity, only a detached assessment. In a defiant, adrenaline-fueled moment, Stella crouched and asked, "Are you single?" Julian, needing a strategic alliance against his family, agreed to a cold, transactional marriage of convenience. With the City Clerk's office hours ticking down, Stella tore her dress, determined to forge a new path of vengeance and desperate necessity.”